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Waiting at the doctor’s office

Sitting in the waiting room, impatiently I Watch the medical staff go milling by The tables are turned, the other side I am on Vulnerable I feel; like my patients, I reckon Fidgeting in my seat, anxious to be seen Upset about the wait, thinking I could have been Far more productive if away from this place Certain that annoyance is written on my face.. I look around, see others quite contented Awaiting their turn, not one has commented On the torture of waiting, I marvel at their patience Simultaneously trying to find reasons for my impatience I try to read magazines, but words have no meaning I am scared, towards the divine I am leaning..

Being a patient when you are a physician Is like a punishment sent from the heaven Because the burden of knowledge is detrimental To reasonable acceptance of illness- more sentimental Am I when the doctor gives me my diagnosisI envision the worst in terms of my prognosis Fearful scenarios play repeatedly in my mind I cannot wait to hear what the doctor might find

All this while my blood pressure is shooting up high My vital signs will be abnormal; and I know why I take a deep breath; try to invoke some zen I calm down for maybe, ten seconds.. Finally I hear my name called out My relief is visible to others, no doubt This is the first step, there is more waiting to endure I have conquered the first step at least, I am sure I realize my patients are subjected to this wait every dayThey rarely complain, almost never sayHow they have lost time and productivityOnce again I am humbled by this reality!